WEEK 2

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 2

[It is again early morning when the train docks next. This time, however, the dock is not as busy. There are few trains to be seen, and even fewer people. Only a man stands at the dock, teeth sharp in his smile, scelera a deep gold as he stares beneath his fedora.

"Unexpected," he said with a smile. A two-dimensional dog with the head of a scribbled black cloud hops by, ignoring him. "But not unwanted. Do make yourselves comfortable."

This new place is known as Victoria's Chasm, named after an Empress. No, not that one. Her Thrice-Renewed Majesty is quite comfortable on her Throne, and rulled for much longer than 99 days, thank you very much.

In the distance, black begins to erupt like tendrils. Lightning flashes through the clouds. This is the land of monsters; tread carefully. And do not despair, whatever you do.


There are fifteen strangers left in this place.]

Comments

[otherworldlyking]

[ Yeah, he is. Especially when McBurn's idea of teaching is 'fight me!!' - he's doing pretty swell.

He'll start to switch things up a little though, including feints and such. ]

Already lasting longer; let's see if you can keep that up.

[eternaldivide]

[ It's ... quite a bit different from the teaching methods Mithos is used to, but it's not a bad way, really.

The feints nearly catch Mithos off guard. In fact the first one nearly end the match. But Mithos is determined to have this last as long as possible, and remembers what he has been taught about reading feints. He doesn't attempt any of his own but .... maybe next time. He's still learning how to really fight without wanting to use magic for back-up (since he ... can't do that). ]

I plan on it!

[otherworldlyking]

Oh really? Looks like your plan almost ended there pretty quickly.

[ Because swinging swords in the air all the time or at all is boring as hell to him. But hey, whatever works is clearly good enough, right? ]